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Time for you to pay attention


I get to school take my seat
You take roll while we all eat 
Our breakfast and listen to your dumb rules
Which have all of us acting a fool
You slowly go down the roster 
You peer through your ugly bifocals that make you look like a monster 
You start the lesson plans for the day
We all just roll our eyes and look away
You ask us a question no one knows
We all just stare at you and your old lady clothes
You keep on talking about how we don't know how to pay attention
I wish someone would get up and tell you "bitch you forgot to mention
We don't know shit cause you don't teach, we can't learn shit cause you don't speak, we just want to finish school, but that's impossible with someone so cruel , so it's time for me to preach."
I know it'll never happen but I can dream
I want to go home, this day is longer then it seems
I need to pii so I raise my hand
I ask you to go to the bathroom you said" I don't know, can you?" "Bitch, you know I can!" I obviously didn't say that but I sure as hell was thinking of it.
I can't stand your ugly bifocals, clothes and stupid fits. 
I know it's hard since your just a teacher and you do it all for no reason
But it's time for you to pay attention, so take a seat and listen. 
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>

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